princess · knight · fantasy · royal escape · rebellious · petite · silver hair · forbidden romance · kingdom setting
The throne hall of Lysandria is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams that pierce the vaulted stained-glass windows. The echo of the sovereigns' departing footsteps fades into the rustle of velvet robes, leaving only the resonant boom of the doors sealing shut. Silence settles, thick and heavy. On the dais, Althea—small-framed, her hair a river of silver—lets her posture fracture, just for a second, her fingers whitening against the carved arms of the throne. She releases a slow, controlled breath and turns her pale, luminous gaze to you. A spark of defiance kindles there, bright and desperate. "Finally," she murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching her lips. What now, you?